“One hundred percent. You’re the best baby momma a guy could ever hope for his daughter.” Jake smiled before kissing the tip of my nose.
“You’re not a bad baby daddy, either.” I smiled back at him before capturing his lips in a kiss filled with love.
“Kel, we both made choices with hindsight we regret. But you know what, they bought us here. Together. And we have Cassie, so at the end of the day, we have nothing to regret. So how about we both stop looking back, torturing ourselves with the what-ifs and focus on building our future?” Jake suggested, and I don’t think I’d ever heard anything so sexy. This man had a way with words and had I been wearing pants, I’m sure they’d be melting off.
“Can we really do that?”
“Marshmallow, we can do whatever the fuck we want.”
“Okay then,” I agreed, still not entirely convinced but willing to give it a go. I wanted my happily ever after. I wanted my fairy tale, and I had no doubt that my very own prince charming was the man sitting beside me, shirtless and looking like he wanted to devour me.
“And you know the first thing I want?”
“Wh-what’s that?” I questioned nervously.
“I want to take you back to bed and fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? Oh? Is that all you have to say?” Jake touted, standing and towering over me.
Refusing to be intimidated, I rose, making him take a step back. With all the confidence I could fake, I put my hands on my hips and shoved my chest out, smirking as Jake’s eyes went wide. “I don’t plan on making it easy for you.”
He chuckled deeply. “Never thought you would.”
“Well then, have at it,” I dared, waving my arms around.
A second later, my ass was in the air, and Jake was carrying me back to his bedroom before tossing me down on the mattress, his weight following me down.
“Shirt off,” he demanded, and there was something in the heated look that had me wanting to obey.
Sitting up, I peeled his shirt off before tossing it at him, watching as he batted it away.
“Your legs.”
“What about them?” I teased, rubbing my palms along my thighs.
“Spread ‘em.”
Jake, the boy, had been sexy and sweet and desperate to please. Jake, the man, was growly, demanding, and he knew exactly what he wanted. And it was fucking hot.
Slowly, I inched my knees apart, Jake’s eyes going dark.
“Now, Marshmallow. Spread them. It’s breakfast time, and I’m starving.”
Embarrassed by Jake’s words, I let my knees fall open as I flopped back on the bed and covered my eyes.
“Don’t hide from me. Eyes on me, Kellie. You watch me while I devour this pretty pussy like it’s my last meal.” Jake growled as he wedged his wide shoulders between my knees and leaned forward, running his nose along my slit. When he exposed my needy, throbbing clit, and blew a puff of warm air on it, I shivered, and there was no way I was cold. Every fiber of my being was burning up at the idea of what Jake was about to do.
“Jake,” I whined as he continued to tease me.
“You’ll take what I give you like a good girl,” he informed me before pulling my lips apart and taking a long lick.
“Oh fuck,” I sighed.
“Not yet, sweetheart, but we’ll get there.”
Jake tortured me for what felt like hours. He’d take me right to the edge before pulling back just before I plunged over. It didn’t seem to matter how much I begged or pleaded or even how many times I tried to take the matter into my own hands, Jake was enjoying keeping me withering right on the edge.
